Can you be honest with me?

What is it about me that is like,

that makes you not want to sit here?

Honestly?

Yeah.

It's like everything, starting with your face first just like the expression on it is really bad.

You sort of look like you're smelling something that doesn't smell good or like you're like squinting even though you're wearing glasses like your eyes don't work you're effeminate but not in like a good way it's almost insulting to women the way you're effeminate because like you're not adrogynous you're just like soft and doughy

you don't look like you have bones under your body at all you're just sort of like an old

baby you know you just seem very uncomfortable, you know, like a little bit.

Like you're apologizing for your existence.

Just... sentence. There's a sentence I never thought I'd say, but if you thought a sausage couldn't really hurt anyone, frankly, think again.

I was just trying to find E.T.

Classic Spielberg.

Weaver of dreams.

I love when his finger lights up.

That's how you can tell he's an alien.

And his face.

And his face.

So what are you working on these days?

Well, mostly I just sit around the house and complain about things.

Yeah, how's that working out for you?

I can't complain, so, you know.

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